This story is about four sisters Prue 20, Piper 18, Phoebe 15, and Paige 14. Phoebe is dealing with some things that she thinks that she can handle on her own. Piper finds out and feels obligated to tell her something about herself. Contains Cutting and possible mentions of rape and mentions of adult themes. Phoebe centric.
Prue is living in her own flat down the road from the Manor while Piper, Phoebe, and Paige all live together in the Manor.
Setting the scene: Piper graduated from high school and has a job at a restaurant and bar called P3. Phoebe is a Sophomore in High school and is going through a lot. Paige is a Freshman. Coming home after a day of school and work.
Phoebe walks in the house first quickly followed by Paige. She runs up the stairs as fast as she can and slams the door to the room she shares with Piper, her older sister. Paige is standing in the door way just staring up at where Phoebe just disappeared.
"Whatever" Paige says and goes to her own room shutting the front door behind her.
Upstairs:
"Nobody understands" Phoebe says as she locks the bedroom door. "They just don't get it, I try so hard to do everything right. I always mess things up." She reaches into her dresser drawer, the one that contains the small plastic box buried under her socks, and pulls out the box and its contents. It's a small metal razor blade and some gauze with medical tape. She lays the things out on the dresser that she will need. She is no amateur at this. She does it all the time. "I wish I could be happy just once. Ever since Grams died it has just been one thing after another. I can't handle it anymore. This is the only thing that helps." She says as she places the trusty razor on her delicate and scarred forearm. She closes her eyes as she presses the blade deep into her flesh waiting for the sting. When it comes she opens her eyes to assess the damage. It's not the worst cut she's ever had but it's not the best either. She cuts three more times and the amount of relief she gets afterword is worth it. She put the razor in some alcohol to clean it and she puts the bandage on her arm and rolls down her sleeves over it. She hears Piper come in downstairs so she hurries up and puts away all of her items back into their place. Laying them carefully in her drawer she hears a soft knock on the door. "Phoebe its Piper can I come in?" Piper asks. "Yea, just a second I'm changing my shoes." Phoebe replies buying her a little time to calm down. In moments she opens the door to a worried Piper. "Phoebe, Paige said that something happened at school, what was it that made you so upset?" Piper asked. Not meeting Pipers eyes, Phoebe tried to avert the question by asking "So, How was work today Piper?" Seeing Pipers narrowed eyes Phoebe knew she hadn't gotten out of this. "Okay, well there is this girl at school who keeps calling me names and telling everyone that I sleep around and that all my family is nothing but horrible sluts and I am no different. I hate when people put my family down. They can say all they want about me, I don't care about me, but you and Prue and Paige I care about." Phoebe explains in a rush trying to get through it without Piper noticing her vacant look. Piper looks down the hall for a moment before replying. When she does she has a monotone voice and doesn't make eye contact. "Pheebs, I am sorry that, that girl, is saying those things about you. And I'm sorry that it hurts you. But you are something amazing, you are beautiful, loving , caring, and you have a beautiful heart. You should care about yourself. Don't worry about me I don't care what they say. I am not going to say that it doesn't hurt to hear it but I don't really care what they say about me and I am sure Prue wouldn't either." Phoebe looks away embarrassed at the compliments just given to her. She gives Piper a hug and when Piper returns the hug Phoebe winces and pulls away quickly saying "I'll be right back I have to use the restroom." Piper was suspicious, as she watched her little sister run to the bathroom. Just as Phoebe got to the door and reached for the handle Piper saw it. The white medical bandage stained in red in a perfect line on her baby sisters arm. She went into her room to wait for her sister to return from the bathroom.
"Phew that was close. " Phoebe gasped as she rolled her sleeve up to see that her cuts had started to bleed again. She removed the bandage and rinsed her arm off. She rummaged through the cabinet to find the first aid kit that her sister kept under the bathroom sink, and pulled out the roll of gauze and the tape to hold it on. When finished to rolled her sleeve back down and put the kit away. She looked in the mirror and sighed deeply. "Piper must be lying, either that or completely blind, if she thinks I'm pretty. I hate my body. I am too fat and too short for my own good. I have to wear glasses which just makes me a negative 12 on the pretty scale. Plus now I have all these ugly scars on me that wont go away for a very long time if they ever do. I don't want them to go away. They seem to make everything better. They take her mind off of the pain and distract me from what is really going on. That's all I need. I never eat more than a few bites and then I throw up so that I lose weight but I never seem to get any skinnier. I hate my life. My body sucks and the only thing that helps is something that if people find out, they will make me stop. I can't stop. I need this. I really do." Sighing again Phoebe walked out of the bathroom and back to her and Pipers room.
